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Stomp, stomp the Booneville stomp The B-B-B-B-Booneville stomp Stomp, stomp the Booneville stomp The B-B-B-B-Booneville stomp Stomp, stomp the Booneville stomp The B-B-B-B-Booneville stomp Stomp, stomp the Booneville stomp The B-B-B-B-Booneville stomp Monty worked for the forestry But he couldn't make ends meet Monty went to the hydro store Soon he became part of the town elite Hobnobbin' with the town elite Stomp, stomp the Booneville stomp The B-B-B-B-Booneville stomp Saddie knew the preacher man She pedicured his wife Saddie told the boys in town And soon they came and threatened to take his life Stomp, stomp the Booneville stomp The B-B-B-B-Booneville stomp Stomp, stomp the Booneville stomp The B-B-B-B-Booneville stomp B-B-B-B-Booneville, B-B-B-B-Booneville B-B-B-B-Booneville stomp B-B-B-B-Booneville, B-B-B-B-Booneville B-B-B-B-B-B-Booneville stomp Robert lived with she surlys And he threw a hard ball fast And now he's part of the greasy cast, the greasy cast Stomp, stomp the Bonneville stomp Stomp, stomp the Bonneville stomp Stomp, stomp the Bonneville stomp Stomp, stomp the Bonneville stomp Stomp, stomp the Bonneville stomp Stomp, stomp the Bonneville stomp Stomp, stomp the Bonneville stomp Stomp, stomp the Bonneville stomp Stomp, stomp the Bonneville stomp Stomp, stomp the Bonneville stomp Stomp, stomp the Bonneville stomp The B-B-B-B-Booneville stomp Now Betsy was a fleur-de-lis Tried to be the homecoming queen But Ally had a few more trinkets and something in between Now Betsy had an ear for music And a voice of unique tone But at 19 had a baby boy So her dreams never had a chance to roam Very far from home Very far from home Very far from home Very far from home
Writer(s): Leslie E Claypool Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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